Most of my sessions are either arranged by my husband and are with strangers or are spontaneous episodes that just occur because they can and, although I have some form of means of contact with most of them, on the whole they are a one-off and we never meet again. The exceptions are few and far between, my doctor is one, our blacksmith another (see past encounters) but they are occasional meets and, although further meetings sometimes result in some form of contact, they are random events. Patrick was a whole different ball game (pun intended). This was a man I would be seeing on a regular, weekly or more often basis and, as he relaxed his heavy frame above me, I started to wonder whether I’d done the right thing. The appearance earlier of Josie was also confusing me. She was so young, and I wondered if she could be trusted but as I mused, so Patrick began to gather himself and start to rise from my exhausted and sore frame.
“So, tell me” He said “will you be writing this one up for your blog?” I was stunned.
“What? How, well, how did you know?” He was slowly getting his clothes back on.
“You need to be more careful with your iPad. Leaving it open on the homepage of your blog was a bit silly.”
“When, how long, err, when did that happen?” I felt my neck and face flushing red as I felt so stupid.
“A few days after you joined.”
“You’ve known all this time.”
“Every intimate detail.” I was taken aback and more than a little surprised.”
“So, you knew I’d go for it.”
“Of course.” In a way I felt relieved, after all, he’d known all this time and we’d worked together without any repercussions.
“Is that why you’ve been saying all those things about corporal punishment and children?
“Of course.”
“And you don’t believe that children should be beaten.”
“No, don’t be daft.”
I slid shakily off the table and gathered my dress.
“Stay as you are.” He was back in command mode.
“Yes Sir.”
“Stand in the corner, hands on head.” I did so, rather slowly. “And don’t move till told to.”
“Yes Sir.” He left the room, and I heard the door latch click shut. It must have been about three minutes later that I heard it click once more and, though tempted to turn around resisted and stayed stock still till I felt a hand on my arm leading me away so I turned and there was — well you’ve guessed it, I’m sure, for there was Josie who led me to the desk and bent me forward, placing my elbows on the flat surface as she started to rub my sore bottom, offering the occasional light spank to vary the feelings. Things went much further with her on another occasion, but I’ll write about that later.
For now, all you need to know is that she was one of us.
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